I can’t forget Min Ochieng’. Who can? Her voice commanded silence. You could tell anytime she passed because the earth trembled. The other day I saw her squeezing through the busy market and it was hilarious. Everyone mumbled as she passed. The few unlucky ones, whose eyes met hers, always landed a question that suggested… Continue reading Self Love
Category: Storytime
Zombie Syndrome
I get agitated sometimes. Don’t ask me why because I don’t understand myself sometimes either. It’s my day. I’m not making any excuses. Same ol’ shit I guess. The normal routine. I’m up by 7, get ready for work, do the same ol’ stuff for eight and a half hours, then go home. I’m sitting… Continue reading Zombie Syndrome
The Narcissist
Sometimes a good cup of tea relaxes my mind, but there are days a can of guarana and a pen gives this Luo girl some reason to be alive. I remember him – tall, dreadlocks, tattoo on his right arm and a smile that often fades in a second. He laughs when I touch his… Continue reading The Narcissist
Dear God,
Saturday, I had a funny conversation with God in front of my man. It was on a light note. Right now, I feel like God took my light sentiments seriously. I was making funny complaints asking God why He had to give me a man like him. It was all for fun. You know, the… Continue reading Dear God,
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